The Music Freaks Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he added, starting to leave. "Wait a minute!" I called out, stopping him at the door. I shifted my gaze to the clock on the wall, watching the minute hand tick forward. When the minute hand hit ten, I unlocked my phone and found Lucas Zacker's Twitter account. Just like in my past life, he had posted a link to a music platform, accompanied by the caption: "My original solo track 'A Flicker in the Dark' awaits your listen." I clicked the link, and the familiar sound of the male vocals filled the room.

“Aww. Are you afraid my dick is bigger than yours?” “You wish. This is 8 inches, baby,” I tap the front of my jeans. He looks surprised. “Bullshit.” “Aww, don't be butt hurt that your wee-wee is for children.” “Fuck off.” I chuckle as I walk out the door. “This is Chris. He likes the girl; he's got a nice face with a little wee-wee,” I sing as he follows me. He laughs. “I'm glad you aren't into music; that shit would've flopped so bad.”

If only he wasn’t dating my best friend… “Thank you, Caine. You’ve…kind of changed,” I said with difficulty, stealing glances at him to see what effect that had on him. He was smiling uncontrollably. “Yeah…yeah I know,” he muttered. He took out his bag and brought out a music player. “What…the world would know we’re here,” I chuckled, watching him set it up. “Then let them,” he said. He played a series of music, making a horrible performance before me as he swayed from one end to the other, spreading his arms and throwing grasses at me like they were flowers. I didn’t join until the music was switched to something familiar.

So they don't hate me for burning the school but they are disappointed that I didn't finish the job? Wow!! "So do you like music? Cause, if you don't, you can't be my tiny shortcake sister." He said. I hated the fact that he called me tiny. I was short, yes, but not tiny. He was like Jake in a way. Stupid Jake calling me a micro organism!! "I love music. But I can't sing. I apparently sound like a donkey suffering from tuberculosis." I said. He laughed when I said that. I was about to say something when his scent hit me. Dark chocolate.

The whole thing of Mick and me being a really bad idea and a non-starter is going right out the window. Music is a seriously powerful aphrodisiac. My mind is going into all kinds of dark places. I’m ready to demand that he pull over into a rest stop so we can do it in a bathroom when Alissa leans over into the front seat. “Pee stop. I have to pee,” she says.

He wanted to ask her if she'd seen his sister but decided not to considering how loud the music was playing. It was when the music then changed to hard rock that Marcus felt a weird sensation in his head like somebody had flipped on a switch inside of him and the memories of his 'dream' came flooding back. "I think we should get out of here!" Marcus said, grabbing Bianca's hand. "What? But you just got here!" "I know, but I-" There were loud screams everywhere just as people began to run in panic. Oh no! Marcus slowly turned his head to see the girl turn into one of those creatures, its eyes glowing at him.

Mike dragged me back from my dream land when he said, "So what kind of music do you listen to, l like listening to music as l drive, it helps me relax and focus better...since l'm with you, I want to play whatever you like" I was shocked, l mean wow, this guy had to be on another level of perfection. I told him l was a proud die hard Sia fan and he looked dare l say, quite impressed. "Don't tell me you're a fan too", l said in disbelief. "oh noo, not really....it's just, so many girls seem to like her. My younger sister is an all time fan too. So.. How can I put it?.. I just yeah.. Like know a few of her songs"

Like eating food that you knew would bother your stomach, but you just really want to know how it tastes. The music was soft and dark, seductive in its mellow but unsettled melody. The lyrics rang out like deep-toned incantations—which, in a sense, they were. All songs, even mortal ones, had their brand of magic. But fae music was something else entirely. Sy's music brought to mind foggy moors and forgotten caverns, filthy rock club basements and desolate rural ruins. It was dark and full of memory, laden with a yearning that might be called hunger rather than affection. There was a kind of shadowy, unspeakable yearning in the music, and I felt it slither coldly in the pit of my stomach. It

That sounds homophobic, but fuck, I thought he's straight. I grabbed my phone and played a random song in a blatant attempt to appease the growing anxiety I'm going through. The music starts until I realized it was a song by Mary MacGregor. What the actual fuck! I shut my phone off then threw it on my bed. Can the sky crash on me right now?

The writing was faintly visible on the paper, but not a single word had shown up. It turned out, I had accidentally given him a pen meant for pranking my best friend the kind where the ink disappears after an hour. That was the first and only time the top student Kai ever received an F. The unprecedented humiliation etched my name deeply into Kai's memory. In the second semester of my junior year, the school organized a music festival. I seized the opportunity and stood on the stage to perform my self-composed rap. Seventeen-year-old Chloe was wild, and the lyrics were filled with recklessness and rebellion towards life.